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Post by Methuselah on Dec 1, 2015 22:08:58 GMT -6
Methuselah pulled a blanket from Naito's bed and wrapped it around the child. "I am sorry, child. I truly am. No one should endure such a trial." Summoning a servant, Methuselah looked to Naito.
He looked to the two servants that entered the bedroom. Methuselah placed the child in the arms of the female servant. "Clean up the young one. Tend to her wounds and spirit."
He ordered the male servant to stand guard outside of his son's room. "You are not to leave this room, until I call for you." he said to his son. "If you have not broken this child, you have most certainly disrupted her soul in ways we can not imagine."
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Post by Naito Kazuya on Dec 2, 2015 13:01:55 GMT -6
Naito rose from his seat on the floor. "Its not my fault she's fragile. Like Sadow said, she's never been a child. Hopefully the new hole I tore her will straighten her ass out."
Watching as his father left the room after the servants had left with his toy, Naito cursed his father and threw a piece of his armor toward the door.
"I'll get her back..."
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